[1] Herodotus, vii. 21. Thucydides, iv. 109
[2] Leake's Travels in Northern Greece. Vol. iii. p. 143.
THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER.
I.
I'll sing you a new song, that should make your heart beat high,
Bring crimson to your forehead, and the lustre to your eye;—
It is a song of olden time, of days long since gone by,
And of a Baron stout and bold, as e'er wore sword on thigh!
Like a brave old Scottish cavalier, all of the olden time!
II.
He kept his castle in the north, hard by the thundering Spey;
And a thousand vassals dwelt around, all of his kindred they.
And not a man of all that clan had ever ceased to pray
For the Royal race they loved so well, though exiled far away
From the steadfast Scottish cavaliers, all of the olden time.
III.
His father drew the righteous sword for Scotland and her claims,
Among the loyal gentlemen and chiefs of ancient names,
Who swore to fight or fall beneath the standard of King James,
And died at Killiecrankie pass, with the glory of the Graemes,
Like a true old Scottish cavalier, all of the olden time!